Russell concealed his identity and called himself Sea King Poseidon. The two women heard it but did not expose him.
As for Poseidon's reputation being tarnished, no one cared. Zeus had long since ruined it anyway.
A beam of holy light struck Hecate, instantly healing all the injuries within her body. Her eyes immediately lit up, and she looked at Russell with an unabashedly suggestive gaze.
She looked exactly like someone whose phone battery had dropped to 5%, stumbling upon a cute little power bank beneath a streetlamp at night.
Russell felt uncomfortable all over under her stare. He turned toward the chaos high above, raised his nostrils, and said, "Demon God, now that you've come to Olympus, don't complain that we're bullying you with numbers. This is local custom!"
"That's right. Whether the enemy numbers in the thousands or there's only one, we three siblings advance and retreat together."
Hecate nodded repeatedly, indicating that everything Russell said was correct.
Athena: "..."
She had originally thought that one hooligan was troublesome, and two hooligans were merely birds of a feather. No matter how low their bottom line was, there had to be some limit.
Only now did she realize that when a male hooligan and a female hooligan got together, it caused a qualitative change. There was simply no such thing as a bottom line.
Even if Russell and Hecate ended up rolling into the same bed after the battle, she would not be surprised.
The two had far too many common interests. They were a match made in heaven!
"Bullying the few with numbers..."
Chaos paused slightly, as if he had heard some amusing joke. "I am Chaos of the demon race, an army unto myself. If you want a group battle, then I'll grant you one."
As he